He stuck his head in the refrigerator, resting his arm along the damp, dusty edge of the door. Plucking at the ruffles of insulation, he surveyed the interior. It certainly felt cooler in there than it did in his apartment. Continue reading
She heard the thick slide and click of the deadbolt being twisted open. Her arms full of groceries, Julie turned her back to the door and pushed with her shoulders, but it would not give. Continue reading
She’d stayed longer than she should have, and now it was too late. She was going to be in big trouble. Once again, she’d had another of those fabulous steaming popovers, downed one too many G&Ts Continue reading
Scrubbing her hands over her face, she replayed the voicemail. Listening for clues that said otherwise, she accepted that nothing had changed. She was to comply, absolutely.
The bulletin board was lousy with business cards crowded and overlapping and concealing their brethren, scattered like tiles amongst fluttering 8 ½ by 11s of home-made adverts with tear-off tabs of contact info stumbling along their lower edges. Continue reading